This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date.
Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Adventures Of Batgirl
Batgirl: Sadist or Masochist
Chapter 6: The Victim Count Rises
November 17th, Industrial Ruins, South Side
The two caped crimefighters cautiously picked their way over the undulating heaps of rubble and rusting ironwork, in the dim light cast by the waxing crescent of the moon, high in the clear, star spangled heavens. They were moving toward an artificially illuminated area of the long abandoned industrial wasteland, some fifty yards further on. The police department had cordoned off the area and set up bright arc lights, at the location where the body had been discovered. It had been stumbled upon, earlier that evening, by an old hobo, looking for somewhere to shelter for the night. The corpse was close to the crumbling remnants of a low brick wall, all that remained of some old industrial building, whose former purpose had long since been lost to antiquity. There was considerable police activity going on around the site, with flashguns going off, as the scene of crime boys went about the routine task of recording the position of everything, prior to anything being disturbed. The flashing blue lights of several police patrol cars and a waiting ambulance, were visible, a hundred yards off to their left.
A bulky figure in a police uniform, stepped out of the gloom and placed a gloved hand against Batman's chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Hold it right there, buddy," the cop growled, his other hand hovering close to his holster, which held a standard police issue, Heckler and Koch semi-automatic. "Just where do you guys think you're going?"
Before the Caped Crusader could respond, recognition dawned and the policeman took his hand away from his gun and took a step backward, with an embarrassed expression on his face. "Sorry, Batman, I didn't recognize you in the darkness."
"That's all right, Officer, you were merely doing your duty. We're here at the Police Commissioner's behest. Is Jim Gordon around, by the way?"
"Yes, Sir! He's over by the body, talking with the Police Doctor, Caped Crusader," replied the young policeman, pointing toward the brightly illuminated area.
"Thanks!"
The Caped Crusaders made their way over to the crime scene. They were both now wearing their familiar crime-fighting garb; Batman in his dark grey and black, Kevlar reinforced body stocking with the yellow and black Bat-symbol on his chest, black combination Batcowl and mask; Robin in his usual lurid red, yellow and dark green combination, with the 'R' symbol on his tunic, and his black eye-mask.
As the ring of lawmen parted to let the newcomers through, the Police Commissioner looked up, at the sudden commotion that their arrival had created. "Batman, Robin, thank goodness you're here!" he exclaimed, a look of relief flooding over his stern features. "I'm afraid another young woman has been murdered by suffocation, Caped Crusader."
The Dark Knight walked over and nodded a greeting to the duty doctor, who was squatting beside the girl's body, before turning back to the grey-haired policeman. "Same M.O. as the others, Jim?" he enquired.
"I'm afraid so, Caped Crusader, but this girl was of mixed Asian and Caucasian blood... very beautiful!"
"Hmm?" Batman squatted down alongside the corpse. The girl was quite tall and slim, but with unusually large breasts for one of her ancestry. She was lying on her back, legs sprawled wide apart, totally naked, apart from her high heeled footwear and the clear plastic bag that had been tied into place, over her head.
"I was just about to remove the bag from her head," the medic explained, unfastening the twine that held it tight about her neck. He carefully eased off the plastic container with his surgical gloved hands, revealing a glorious crown of raven colored hair about a once pretty, almond eyed face. The girl's eyes were wide open with panic. She had apparently died, struggling for her last breath.
The doctor sighed, regretfully. "She died of asphyxiation, of course," he informed his caped companion. "There are no obvious signs of any other possibly fatal injuries on the body, just a few minor cuts and bruises."
"Was she tied up when she was discovered?" the Dark Knight enquired, noting the apparent lack of any bondage.
The doctor shook his head. "No, but there are marks around her wrists and ankles, where something, possibly some sort of manacles, have been tightly attached. You can clearly see the bruising and skin lacerations," he added, pointing them out to the Dark Destroyer.
The Caped Crusader nodded, noting the vibrator still obscenely sticking out of the girl's sex. "Have you turned the body over and checked her other side yet?" he asked.
"N-No, I've been waiting for the police photographer to finish up first. He's just informed me that he's taken all the photographs he needs, so we can now turn the body over."
"Then let's do it! I'll take her torso and you take her legs. Ready, Doc? Heave!"
With a wheezing grunt of effort from the doctor, the two men rolled the girl's body over onto her stomach.
"Jeez!" the doctor gasped, his eyes growing wide with shock and dismay. "I-I hadn't realized."
The whole of the girl's back, bottom and upper thighs, were a bloody criss-crossed network of deep lacerations, obviously administered by someone wielding a whip with considerable savagery. A second, battery powered dildo, was sticking out from between her shapely asscheeks.
"She must have been a very brave lass," the Dark Knight muttered, trying to remain calm and objective. "This sort of sadistic beating would have probably caused heart failure in the majority of victims. The poor kid must have been in agony, just before she died." He idly noted the butterfly tattoo on the girl's left buttock. The skin was still inflamed around the immediate area, suggesting that the tattooed skin had not had time to fully heal, prior to her gruesome demise.
Batman rose to his impressive full height, his gauntleted hands clenched together, as he tried to remain calm and detached. He cleared his suddenly dry throat. "Let me know the result of the full autopsy, Commissioner," he growled, as he approached the white-haired senior policeman. "I'll let you know my thoughts, once I've had chance to mull them over. Let's go, Boy Wonder!"
November 18th, Gotham City Central Library, 10: 35 am
Jennifer was sitting at her desk, going through a hastily scribbled list of tasks she had to do that day, prioritizing them in order of importance, when her desktop telephone started ringing.
Brrring, brrring! Brrring, brrring!
"Drat!"
She picked up the receiver. "Jennifer Goodbody speaking. How may I help you?" she said, in her best professional sounding telephone voice.
"Jen, is that you?" queried the voice at the other end of the call. "This is Annabel, Annabel Brown!"
The bubbly blonde's face broke into a broad smile. "Annie, how nice to hear from you. I haven't seen or heard from you for absolutely ages. Where are you working, nowadays?"
"I'm stripping at 'The Pink Pussy' in town, five days a week. The money's not bad, but it's a bit of a crummy dive," her exotic dancer friend revealed, with a dry chuckle.
"I miss you girl. We must get together for a girl's night out, on your next day off," Jen insisted. She had developed a genuine fondness for the pretty colored girl.
"That's why I'm calling, Jen. I've been invited to this party at Lew Hafnor's mansion, tonight, and..."
